i've been craving a tuna melt all week. i may have to scratch that itch today. truth be told, i've been craving chips and cake and all other deliciously-will-kill-me-b/c-i-won't-be-able-to-fit-into-the-getaway-dress bad for me delectables. sigh. it's been hard to exercise self-control and just eat meals. and real food. i mean, eggplant parmesan and potstickers are real food right?

i'm supposed to go to the chris tomlin concert tonight. i really wanted to go before -- his "arriving" cd has been cd #6 in my car for a long time. but honestly? what is a christian concert? it's not like going to see britney and being able to scream "i love you britney" with the ten-year-olds. i can't say that at a christian concert, because that's weird. you can't exactly cheer chris tomlin on and say that he rocks out like beck, because technically, he's Jesus's representative, so it's weird to holla at him. so is it like a massive interpraise with 1800 of the bay area's best TACKS kids? how are you supposed to approach it anyway? i dunno if i still want to go. it sounds like a massive energy drain and i remember parking at abundant life. it's called NONE OF IT.

urg. maybe i should just stay at home and curl up on the quiet couch and watch "hitch" again.